[Henry:] And what is this I'm holding near A living, breathing souvenir Of some strange land with tiny kings And queens who sleep through everything And language that we've long forgot And unrestricted kinds of thought Relying on our empathy To shield them from all enemies
She's worth her weight in gold She's worth her weight in gold
I've read the books and talked with friends But still this isn't making sense I'm ill-equipped in every way To know the things to do or say So what is this I'm holding near A source of joy, a source of fear And what is this I'm holding here A part of me, this much is clear
She's worth her weight in gold She's worth her weight in gold She's worth her weight in gold She's worth her weight in gold
What does she see? What does she see? What does she hear? What does she hear? What does she feel? What does she feel? What does she think? What does she think?
And somehow I can't help but feel My love for Annette's begun to dull That hard edge that I need to have To draw them out, push crowds to laugh
And strange as it might be to say With Ann it's worse in every way My love for her has lessened me I'm less a man creatively
Her shadow looms so large A kind of impotence has stricken me
Where is that glib comedian That edgy shit's an also-ran Is it their fault it's come to this You see my love for them both has made me this
It's robbed me of what's really me To wipe out what I need to be But here I am, an empty man A father, lover, but an empty man
I'm worthless and I'm old I'm worthless and I'm old I'm worthless and I'm old I'm worthless and I'm oldTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.